Har juban pe mera naam hota,
har jarre me mera makaam hota.
Do chaar karte jee-huzoori humari,
humare talent ka charcha sare aam hota,
Jo najre na milti tumse,
Jo dil me tera naam na hota..
Tasweer humari bhi chapti akhbaron me,
swiss bank me humara bhi account hota..
Hum bhi padh lete, do akshar kitabon k,
Agar bheje me har waqt tuzhe patane ka plan na hota.
Aji hum bhi ban jate afsar babu,
Jo jawani ki race me mohabbat se chakka jaam na hota..
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